This is a song about "Heel money"

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

To legitimize the prize money

Her achilles heel is her weak heart.

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Either way we body for money

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

What them tippers don't see

Getting to the money

Dopeness became my achilles' heel being simply ill cause my skill in these lyrics has to grow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Gone head an make that money

God mc oh my god you gotta see